Stepping Back From the Chaos (Poem)

In the quiet of the night, 

Where everything is still, 

And dark 

Behind the misty sky,

The world shuts down, 

Stops, 

And dreams, 

Looks so real 

As we ponder 

The night-time visions

Of above, 

Giving us glimpses 

Of our daily thoughts

As we contemplate, 

Breathe,

And Rejuvenate.

When we get up, 

Like the quiet of the night, 

This place of stillness,

Away from the chaos 

Of today,

No distractions, 

Just being, 

Without contradictions, 

Steering us away,

From our divine purpose 

And unanswered prayers. 

We find a place within,

Where all answers are within, 

What was once hidden,

Is now within our reach,

As we contemplate, correlate,

And find our place,

In the chaotic world of today.

From this space of stillness,

What was once an annoyance 

And disturbance,

Is now a figment, 

Of our imagination,

Always was, 

We just didn’t accept it

Until we stepped back, 

And looked within, 

The essential calling, 

Of our soul.

 

Solitude Needed At Times (Poem)

Solitude is my friend,

My place of zen

Where I enter

When frustrated 

Indecisive 

Or angry.

I look within,

The only power 

I’ll ever have 

To change within 

So I can change 

The course.

When I enter within 

I can conquer mountains 

In front of me.

And I can enter the world, 

And be happy and at peace, 

Despite the chaotic world 

Of our nation.

Searching From the Core (Poem)

We’re always searching for more,   

Through the highs or lows,

We have a burning desire, 

To feel more 

Inside our soul.

Life is a series 

Of seasons, 

To discover ourselves anew,

In a process of love, opposites and desire.

We all seek expansion,

To escape the boredom and latent,

In the upbeat, chaotic world of our nation.

Some sleep walk, 

Others persistently march, 

Towards their destiny,

And follow the mark.

Others follow the pact, 

And end up with back packs 

Loaded with scrap.

As we contemplate 

It’s all a choice,

Which inevitably,

Leads us back home.

If we simply listen,

Past the distractions 

Of the chaotic disarray, 

We hear the voice within, 

Calling us to greatness.

 

The Meaning of Poetry (Poem)

Poetry is a voice, 

A seemingly once troubled mind

Who found peace

In the midst of chaos, 

Wanting to share his gift to the world.

Once fascinated by his thoughts,

He could not stop them, 

Until he put them on paper

And declared what he knew.

Poetry is an emotion 

Deep within ourselves 

Trying to find rest 

Through words and wisdom 

Combined for entertainment.

Let’s not forget, 

The core of poetry, 

With making something sound so beautiful,

But empty.

For beautiful words doesn’t change the world,

But poetry does, 

With a meaningful, and lasting word.